Post by Typhoid Mary on Feb 6, 2014 1:04:59 GMT -4
Bloody looked the blonde woman over before glancing back at Mercy's body. "Money is nice, as is a steady job. I don't think I would enjoy leaving here without a job. Because if I do, I have the feeling that Typhoid would go find a job with one of your competitors. At least, if she decides to stay here in Metropolis. Mary might like it here. It's clearly not New York. Cleaner. Brighter. Happier." She talked as if the two other people she mentioned, Typhoid and Mary, were two entirely separate individuals, not at all privy or aware of this conversation. Which, for the most part, they weren't.
"And, I get the feeling these competitors, once they hear about this young, upstart female that took over LexCorp, they would not like this, and so they would send Typhoid after you. And she would go because that's how she is. And likely she would end up hurt, or, even worse, dead. Which I don't like. So, I will gladly take your money but also ask if we can stay on." Bloody's voice had a slightly detached tone to it, as if she calculated that everything was A plus B equals C, and that it didn't matter if C ended up being winning the lottery or gutting an entire room full of mafia bosses. It was all the same outcome in her little mind. Though that wasn't to say she was completely logic based. The look in her eyes also gave the impression that she was just a few strands away from snapping and painting the entire room red.
"I'll offer you my little deal and you will think about it. Hopefully you will accept. I am of three minds; Mary, Typhoid, and Bloody. The lower down the ladder, the less they know of the others. We aren't the same, but we are, but we aren't. I'm the enforcer, the one you call out for only when absolutely necessary. Typhoid's the bodyguard girl who likes having fun. She your main girl for unsavory business and threats. Mary's the china doll. She knows nothing about us. It would be nice to keep it like that. You can hire her separate, an assistant or secretary, but don't feel obligated. We take care of her. She's learned not to question waking up with a couple hundred dollars in cash in her purse or bruises and cuts on her body. She paints and she is happy. She is sweetness and light and you will not hurt her in any way. I will warn you that, if you do, you will end up like her father; bleeding, butchered, and burned alive." It was clear that Mary Walker's head was not a nice place inside, but somehow these three managed to live together in an odd symbiosis of sorts. Get rid of one and the other two would rip each other apart.
"So, what do you say? Is it a deal?" Bloody was not a talker. For her to say this much, on this particular subject, was something to behold and take very seriously.
"And, I get the feeling these competitors, once they hear about this young, upstart female that took over LexCorp, they would not like this, and so they would send Typhoid after you. And she would go because that's how she is. And likely she would end up hurt, or, even worse, dead. Which I don't like. So, I will gladly take your money but also ask if we can stay on." Bloody's voice had a slightly detached tone to it, as if she calculated that everything was A plus B equals C, and that it didn't matter if C ended up being winning the lottery or gutting an entire room full of mafia bosses. It was all the same outcome in her little mind. Though that wasn't to say she was completely logic based. The look in her eyes also gave the impression that she was just a few strands away from snapping and painting the entire room red.
"I'll offer you my little deal and you will think about it. Hopefully you will accept. I am of three minds; Mary, Typhoid, and Bloody. The lower down the ladder, the less they know of the others. We aren't the same, but we are, but we aren't. I'm the enforcer, the one you call out for only when absolutely necessary. Typhoid's the bodyguard girl who likes having fun. She your main girl for unsavory business and threats. Mary's the china doll. She knows nothing about us. It would be nice to keep it like that. You can hire her separate, an assistant or secretary, but don't feel obligated. We take care of her. She's learned not to question waking up with a couple hundred dollars in cash in her purse or bruises and cuts on her body. She paints and she is happy. She is sweetness and light and you will not hurt her in any way. I will warn you that, if you do, you will end up like her father; bleeding, butchered, and burned alive." It was clear that Mary Walker's head was not a nice place inside, but somehow these three managed to live together in an odd symbiosis of sorts. Get rid of one and the other two would rip each other apart.
"So, what do you say? Is it a deal?" Bloody was not a talker. For her to say this much, on this particular subject, was something to behold and take very seriously.